A warm hand slips into mine, grabbing my fingers.
My heart trips over itself.
I stare ahead, frozen.
“I’m not going to lie just to please you. And I’m not going to apologize for something I feel no remorse about.”
My eyebrows hike.
Is she trying to raise my blood pressure?
“Any reason I give for fighting with the reporter won’t solve the effects that it’s having on everyone. But I don’t know what else to do. I don’t want to let the kids down. I don’t want to be a burden to anyone, not to the admin team, not to the instructors or the parents. I want to work with you until The Sazuki Foundation touches the world—”
Akira knocks on the door again. “Sazuki, we need to leave now.”
She removes her hand.
I barely restrain the urge to take it back again. “I know you have a good reason for fighting with her. Whatever she did, it must have warranted your response.”
Dejonae gasps loudly.
I walk to the door because I really cannot miss this next appointment.
My fingers twist the lock.
I start to turn the knob.
“Sazuki.”
I stop. She has my heart by the throat. I could not move even if a hurricane tried to sweep me away.
“If you knew,” her voice is hesitant, “why were you so cold to me yesterday?”
“Because I was afraid.” I grip the door harder.
Akira knocks again. Her voice sounds heavy and urgent. “Sazuki, you’re really going to be late.”
“Afraid of what?” Dejonae whispers.
“Afraid I would be too soft on you.”
I feel her shock, but I do not turn around to witness it. Quickly opening the door, I stride to Akira. “Let’s go.”
She takes one look at my face and nods.
* * *
Hours later,I shake hands with the editor-in-chief. She smiles when I confirm the exclusive interview, her eyes lighting up with dollar signs.
I return to the car.
At first, Akira says nothing.
Eventually, she glances at me in the rear-view mirror. “Will you really try to resolve it with money?”
“There is little that it cannot solve,” I sigh wearily. My eyes are beginning to throb.
I close them. Unfortunately, the sun is too bright and it still bothers me.